Amanda lay there for just a moment in Ryan's arms, her own arms tightening around his body as she just held onto this moment. Her eyes closed for a long while before she managed to whisper, "I ... I've never imagined what that would be like. I didn't know ..."
Ryan smiled, hearing her words as he held her close to him, his own eyes closing as well. He, too, had never imagined it being that good with Amanda even after all the fantasies he had had of them being together.
Amanda lay quietly for a moment before her eyes opened, looking at him in all earnest, blue eyes searching his face before she quietly whispered, "Have you imagined ... doing ... that ... to me before tonight ... Ryan?"
His lips quivered a bit as he smiled. "Yes," he admitted. "Though, I thought it was wrong of me."
She looked at him quietly for a moment as if lost in thought, her still trembling hand reaching up to gently rub a thumb over his lips. "Did it feel wrong?" she whispered.
Ryan smiled brightly. "No," he said. "It felt perfect."
Amanda smiled brightly in return as if hearing him say it made it more than perfect. She leaned close to gently lick his lips before whispering, a shy blush kissing her cheeks again, "What else have ... have you thought ... about doing to me?"
Ryan laughed softly as he looked at her. "I don't need to answer that, do I?" he teased.
She smiled shyly, dipping her head close to his neck as her tongue darted out against his skin. She wiggled closer until she could feel his hard cock jutting out from his boxers like a hard rod. Her fingers were unable to stop from reaching out to touch it through the flimsy shorts. "But will you?" she asked innocently.
Ryan sighed gently as her fingers stroked him, his lips reaching out to kiss her softly. "Fine," he said. "I've imagined everything. Guys' minds are bad places," he laughed. "I've wondered what you felt like ... inside and out." His hands started to roam her young, lithe body as he spoke. "How your lips taste and their texture ... but I've never imagined it like this," he admitted.
Amanda smiled gently, honestly, as she looked up at him. Her fingers curled beneath his shirt as trembling hands slowly began to inch it upwards, starting something she knew that she had wanted for a long time. "I've imagined it too," she whispered huskily.
Ryan kissed her, sucking her upper lip a bit as his arms rose obediently, allowing her to remove his shirt. "Imagined what?" he teasingly asked, using her words against her.
Amanda blushed softly as she pulled his shirt off of him, exposing his chest to her gaze. She had seen it before but today it seemed like new. For the first time, she was able to touch it. Her nails gently ran across his nipples until they hardened. She could feel his skin tremble beneath her touch. It was powerful, overwhelming to finally be able to touch and kiss him like she had longed to for so long. "Imagine us being together ... of us being more than friends ... of you ..." Her voice faltered some as she looked into his eyes before whispering softly, "being my first."
Ryan's reaction to her words was mixed. A part of him had guessed the truth but he had never been for sure. "You've never ... done anything?" he quietly asked.
Amanda nodded slowly; wondering if that might scare him off from her. She knew that some guys would do anything to be the one to 'pop a girl's cherry' but she also knew Ryan ... the real Ryan and more than likely, he would back off before jumping in line to be the first. She was nervous and her fingers seemed to wander aimlessly along his chest, as if she wanted to memorize every inch. "No, I was ... saving myself," she admitted.
Ryan smiled gently, watching her closely. "For marriage?" he asked.
Amanda looked at him for a moment before hiding her face against his neck. She trembled slightly as her arms wrapped around him, whispering so softly that he could barely make it out, "... for you."
Ryan's hands slowly came up to grip her shoulders, pushing her back just enough to look down into her face. "You've always loved me, haven't you?" he asked in wonder, his eyes locked with hers.
Amanda nodded, shaking with the emotion that she had kept hidden for so long ... through those gangly years that he allowed her to follow him around; through even this year at college that he had even allowed her to stay close at the frat, hoping ... wishing ... sobbing almost as she admitted to it. Holding him close, she whispered, "Yes ... always."
Ryan kissed the top of her head as he pulled her closer, feeling regretful that he had been so caught up in his own life not to notice. "I'm sorry, Mannie ... I've been so blind."
Amanda held tightly to him, her breasts crushed to his bared chest. Her nipples tingled from the desire that she had always felt for him, her fingernails lightly scoring his back as the tears that she had held back for years, wanting him to notice her, began to spill over his skin. "It's ... its okay," she said in a forced voice. "You finally ... noticed."
Ryan laughed in a soft, sad way as his fingers gently wiped away her tears, his lips pressing to her cheeks. "I'm sorry it wasn't sooner," he said in a quiet voice.
Amanda smiled softly, a smile that melted away all the wistful past as she held him close. She tried to turn her head to catch his lips as he kissed away her tears, feeling somewhat foolish about admitting everything she had ever wanted to him but at the same time, she was just glad that he had accepted her heart with gentle hands. "I love you, Ryan," she said softly against his lips.